Mrs. farsider and I inherited two 5-year-olds last year. We had few somewhat frustrating soccer practices, and on the way to the next one I told them, “Pay attention today. I don’t want to see you boys out there picking flowers, or looking up at the sky, or picking your noses.” I think Zach missed my point. He said, “Yeah, especially me ‘cause I eat my boogers.”
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.A kid won't eat broccoli.
Too funny...